Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.